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Thinking about yesterday
And how my life used to be
Now Iım locked inside this place
Iım a schizophrenic case
All the faces I now see
Never show a sign of glee
Every night we start to bustle
Itıs time to do the Thorazine shuffle
Itıs the Thorazine shuffle
Everyday half past four
They push my food through the door
Every night right at eight
They put me back into my straight
All the paintings I have made
They look kind of strange
Every night we start to hustle
Itıs time to do the Thorazine shuffle
Itıs the Thorazine shuffle
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